As the week passed, Kikwang and I became closer.

Closer than I could ever imagine.

Closer than I have ever gotten to anyone before.

He never asked about why I was so bent on suicide.

He never asked about my scars.

He never asked.

And that was what I needed.

I hate when people stare.

I hate when people ask.

I hate when people point out my obvious flaws.

But he never did that.

He just focused on the present.

When I asked him about it, he told me:

“You can tell me when you're ready.

Or you can not tell me at all.

Either way, you're still my friend no matter what.”

Truly, he was what I needed.

He stayed with me during our free periods.

He stayed with me during lunches.

He even stayed with me after school sometimes.

He was always with me.

He was like my guardian angel.

The guardian angel that I had prayed for my whole life.

And he finally came.

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